*Location- Parker Residence*

-Third Person P.O.V-

Consciousness came in waves. With every new wave, pain shot through Peter and his mind dragged him back down, willing the pain away. Memories followed slowly behind, each new wave bringing some kind of new memory, some making him want to wake up more.

Finally, after what felt like forever, Peter cracked his eyes open, his senses coming back to him in one swift breath of cold fresh air.

It was an understatement of the year to say he was in pain. It felt as though, with every new breath, molten lava would make its way through his ribs and chest, constricting his lungs painfully and meaning he had to breath shallowly in order to not cause to much pain. (It was still useless however, as even breathing shallowly didn't seem to be enough to stem the pain within him.)

Every beat of his heart sent pain shooting through his skull, and he knew if he took one look in the mirror there would be more bruises and blood on his face than clear skin. In fact, every beat of his heart sent pain through his entire body, Peter couldn't even pinpoint where all the pain was or just how bad it was, seeing as everything was hurting.

A groan slipped past his lips and he looked around the room he was in. He was still laying on the floor of the kitchen where he had been when May had started to hit him. The floor was cold beneath him and sent shivers racking through his body. Turning ever so slightly he could see the window and saw the sun shining through, lighting up the room.

Disorientated, he pulled himself shakily to his feet, wincing in pain and clenching his jaw as he steadied himself. Though he really didn't want to, he listened for any sign of May in the apartment. Though his senses were all over the place and listening carefully for any signs of May made his head spin even more. But after a couple moments, he was able to hear no sound from the rest of the apartment. (Although he could hear everything around him, from a long way, Peter didn't even really want to think about how far it actually was.)

Stumbling his way into the bathroom he took one look at his face and blanched. Blood caked every inch of his skin, a deep gash sat idle on the side of his face, there were many little cuts scattered around as well, one on his lip, brow and cheek bone. Even under the thick layer of blood, Peter could still see the heavy bruising cover his face.

Wincing, he pulled his shirt up, revealing the black and blue stomach. Tentative hands touched his ribs and one touch sent him reeling back in pain. He knew with how much it hurt a couple, if not few of his ribs were broken, and he didn't want to think about what might happen leaving them as they were. (He knew he needed to wrap them to make sure his ribs didn't move and inevitably puncture a lung. If Bucky were here, he would let him, but there was no way he was going to his brother with this. This was too much, and he would ask too many questions, Peter couldn't risk what might happen to Bucky if he told him, he couldn't lose his brother.)

Allowing his shirt to drop down once more, he glanced at his arms and found them just as bruised. He knew May had hurt him a lot, but this was a whole new thing.

A buzz from his back pocket brought him back from the haze of pain. Carefully (but still having pain shot through him), he reached into his back pocket and pulled his phone. He frowned at the multitude of messages he got.

A few from Ned, asking where he was and if he was okay, seeing as it was already 12pm. And a couple from Tony asking if he was going to be coming over tonight.

As much as he wanted to reply, his whole body was throbbing in protest, and all he wanted to do was drop into a peaceful sleep and escape the pain that was racking his body with every beat of a heart and breath of air.

With that the only thing in his mind, he shut his phone off and made his way to his room. Each step he took made him groan in pain and make him want to curl into a ball and cry.

"You're Spider-Man, you can do this," he whispered to himself, as he finally dragged his beaten body to the door of his bedroom.

As soon as the door was pushed open and his bed was in sight, it was as though everything vanished in that moment, the only think in his eyeline, and thoughts was his comfortable bed and the awaited sleep that he so desperately hopes for. Even the pain dampens slightly.

Peter doesn't even have the strength to change before his is collapsing into the bed, allowing his mind to drift away before it has the chance to focus once more on the pain.

The final thought that comes to mind is he wishes his brother and Tony were here to make the pain stop.

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Peter came to sharply, a gasp of breath spilled from his lips and he pulled himself into a sitting position. As soon as he did though, pain ricochet through his body. A whimper slipped past his open mouth before he could stop him.

Taking calculated breaths for a couple minutes, he was able to rein to pain back in and allow himself to think why he had woken up. Looking out his window, he could see the moon high in the sky and knew he probably needed to tell Tony where he is but didn't have the strength as of yet to even look at his phone. He also knew Buck was probably wondering where he had gone, seeing as he remembered shouting that he would be back yesterday.

Listening carefully, (thankfully his senses had finally begun to settle), he could hear someone else in the apartment. It didn't take long for him to know exactly who it was. Peter knew he shouldn't do this, but he wanted peace under his own home for once.

Peter didn't allow the pain to coil around him this time, he pushed it down and pulled himself to his shaking legs. He took a minute to steady himself and dragged his body towards the chair, once there, he grabbed it and pulled it to the door.

He knew if it weren't for his super strength he wouldn't be able to get the chair to the door. – it wasn't that the chair was too heavy, it was more the fact his body was so weak-. Once there, he pulled the back of the chair against the door handle, effectively making his own lock. He knew it wasn't the best, but it was all he could manage in this situation.

Once he knew it was locked properly, he hauled himself back to bed. His head hadn't even hit the pillow before he was back in the world of oblivion.

He hadn't even thought to check his phone, which now had a copious amount of texts from Tony and Ned. And if Bucky could text him, a hundred more.

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Once more, Peter tiredly dragged his lead weighted eye lids open. He would be lying if he said they didn't feel as though they weighed a hundred pounds in that moment. Before he even took in his surroundings, he listened once more for any sign of May.

When nothing was heard, a sigh of relief fell from his lips and he glanced around the room.

Judging from the light in Peters room, he knew it was probably mid-day. Though he wondered how he could sleep so much, he knew it was helping his healing. Seeing as when he pulled himself up, it didn't hurt as much.

Okay, that's not really true. It still hurt a lot, like stabbing, tear jerking pain. But it was still better than it was last night.

Glancing at the clock that was on his bed side table, he saw it was in fact 11:43am and sighed. May was definitely at work, and probably wouldn't be back until midnight.

His stomach growled, and a frown pulled on his face as he tried to think about when the last time he had eaten had been. As he did so, he realised he hadn't actually cleaned himself up the other night, he had just looked in the mirror then went to bed.

Looking at his pillow confirmed his thoughts as when he looked he saw his pillow covered in dried blood. Sighing, he pulled himself to his feet, wobbling slightly when he nearly lost his balance. It took him a moment before he could move and he slowly walked to the door, pulled the chair away and opening the door carefully.

Even though he knew May was nowhere to be seen, he couldn't stop himself from being as quiet as he could, fearing she might appear suddenly and hit him.

Making his way to the bathroom, he wondered what everyone had thought happened to him. He didn't like worrying people, it made them ask questions Peter didn't have a good answer for, and as much as he appreciated the care, he didn't like it nor trust it. The last person that had truly cared for him, ended up bleeding to death on the sidewalk with a bullet in their chest.

Peter had to physically shake his head at the image of his Uncle bleeding out came to him mind. He hated that no matter what, he will never be able to change the fact he lost his uncle, and the fact it was his fault. He didn't need May to remind him of that, but any chance she had she would remind him. It hurt, but he knew he deserved it.

He almost laughed when he thought of the disapproving look Bucky would send him if he knew what Peter was thinking. Uncle Ben would like Bucky, at first he would probably not trust him, but as soon as he were to see the care he held for Peter, he would love him.

Tears fell from Peters eyes before he could even stop them. He really wished Ben were here to meet his (hopefully) newfound family. Ben would trust none of them, not until they proved themselves (to Peter they have. They've been nothing but kind and haven't laid a hand on him), and once they had, Ben would welcome them with open arms, more than happy knowing his son (Uncle Ben never truly thought of him as a nephew. To Ben, he was his son) had a family behind him once again. (Ben knew he was an important family member to Peter, but knowing he had more people would have lit his world up.)

Wiping his tears, Peter stumbled into the bathroom, locking the door as soon as he got in there. He might be alone now, but that didn't mean he didn't trust that May might suddenly come back and look for round two.

He filled the sink full of water, and lifted the water with cupped hands to his face, being careful to wipe the blood from his skin. Even the little contact he made with his face made him wince in pain and want to pull away, but he held steady, knowing he couldn't walk around with blood all over him.

Once the blood was all gone he chanced a glance in the mirror and grimaced. He honestly still looked terrible.

Although the blood was gone, his face was still covered in bruises, his nose was a little crooked and he knew it would probably have to be re-broken to be set straight. There was a deep gash as the side of his forehead, moving back into his hairline. Cuts littered his skin, mainly the right side of his face, which from the looks of it took most of the beating.

A black eye sat prominent on his right side, one big bruise seemed to cover the right side of his face, and he knew if one person even glanced at him, they would be shocked. He really did look like shit.

Looking away from the mirror, he decided to shower before going to get something to eat. He knew once he ate he would be going back to sleep, it would definitely help his healing and he really didn't want to have to deal with May again, so staying in his room would be his best option.

Although he could go to Bucky, or Tony, he knew he couldn't burden either of them with having to deal with him. Of course, they probably wouldn't mind, in fact, they probably wanted him there. But Peter really didn't want to have to try and lie about this, he was tired of all the lies and having to pretend he wasn't living in a nightmare.

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Sunday rolled around before Peter really knew it. He had slept through all of Saturday once he had eaten. Waking up on Sunday, he was happy to hear the apartment once again empty, May having obviously gone out to work again.

Although he was still sore, and the bruising all over him was still terrible. (He really shouldn't be going out, but he didn't really think about that. He isn't like everyone else after all, he is Spider-Man.)

He slipped the his Spider suit over his injured body, trying to not pay any attention to the bruises still standing strong across his torso and chest. It didn't take a genius to know Peter really shouldn't patrol in this condition, but well, this is Peter.

His phone was still abandoned on his side table, having died the night before.

As he pulled the mask over his face (it aggravated his injuries more than he would like to admit, but he didn't let that stop him.) Karen was quick to speak up.

'Peter, it appears you have several very severe injuries, would you like me to contact boss.'

"No K, I'll be fine. It's nothing," Peter responded, opening his window and swinging out.

Karen didn't respond, knowing there was no way she was going to get Peter to actually listen. Though she could still contact Boss, she didn't want Peter to no longer trust her, but she knew if Peter's injuries got any worse, she would contact him.

It only took half an hour before he needed a break and he had to stop on his roof. He pulled his mask off as soon as he was there, he could feel the scabbed wound on his head catch slightly and felt the warm blood trickle down his head from the head wound on his forehead. Sighing, he looked down, knowing there was nothing he could do to stop it.

He could feel his senses begin to ring, although it wasn't danger that was coming, it seemed as though it was more someone, or many people were coming.

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*Location- Stark Tower*

-Third Person P.O.V-

Tony would be lying if he said he had slept well recently, Peter was still a no show and there had been no sign of Spider-Man either. Pepper, Happy and Rhodey were now just as worried for Peter, knowing the kid wouldn't go this long without at least texting Tony.

Tony had really begun to give up. He knew there wasn't much he could do, but he had no way of finding where Peter was and making him safe.

Tony was in the middle of working on a new Spider suit for Peter when FRIDAY spoke up suddenly.

'Boss, there have been reports of Spider-Man out on patrol. Would you like me to send his location to you.'

Tony all but threw himself out of seat, his suit coiling around him.

"Yes FRI," Tony replied hastily, already flying out the lab before she could even say where he was.

Tony had to get to his kid, no matter what. The thought startled Tony, his kid?? That was new, but Tony knew it was very much becoming a truth.

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*Location- Rouge hideout*

-Third Person P.O.V-

Bucky was on edge. He hadn't seen his brother anywhere, and even Spider-Man was a no show. It put Bucky on edge, and he wanted desperately to find where his brother was. He couldn't help but worry HYDRA may have come back, knowing who Peter was to Bucky and taking him to use against him.

But they had checked for any new active HYDRA cells anywhere around here, and there were none. All the rouge Avengers were just as invested in finding Peter as Bucky was. Each and everyone of them had eyes and ears everywhere, ready to report back with any information on either seeing Peter or Spider-Man.

Peters (Buckys) hoodie still lay on the sofa, no one having gone near it or touched it. Knowing it belonged to Peter and Bucky would have their head if they did.

Bucky was looking at it in disdain, wishing his brother was there and occupying it instead of it just laying there empty. He was brought from his saddening thoughts when Natasha raced into the room.

"Spider-Man was seen, let's go," Natasha voiced loudly, not giving anyone a chance to even think before moving to the door again, combat gear already in place and knives strapped to her body.

Bucky jumped from his seat, momentarily hesitating before grabbing the hoodie and racing out the door, followed by everyone.

Fuck Ross trying to find them and lock them up. Their little brother was in trouble and no one was going to stop them from getting to him. 

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